- Contributed by听
- Genevieve
- People in story:听
- Doris Saunders
- Location of story:听
- Eltham (Greenwich) - Greater London
- Background to story:听
- Civilian
- Article ID:听
- A6083192
- Contributed on:听
- 10 October 2005
Although it was wartime they were good days, they were happy days 鈥 it sounds like a funny thing to say but they were. You鈥檇 see a queue sometimes and you didn鈥檛 know what they were queuing for but you鈥檇 get on the end: hoping it was something you wanted. We all rallied together and everyone was friendly. We used to walk up to Eltham every day 鈥攓uite a walk. We used to walk up there and have a walk around the shops; have a drink while we were there, and then come home.
It was difficult during the rationing; we could only get hold of things with our ration books. We had a few sweets on the black-market but that was all. (That was only because I worked in a sweet shop.) we didn鈥檛 really bother trying to get hold of clothing during the war 鈥 it was too much bother. I had a coat made out of a grey blanket. The blanket only cost me a pound, and it cost another pound to have it made.
This story was submitted to the People鈥檚 War site by Becky Barugh of the 大象传媒 Radio Shropshire CSV Action Desk on behalf of Doris Saunders and has been added to the site with her permission. Mrs Saunders fully understands the site's terms and conditions.
See more of Doris's stories:
- We weren鈥檛 prepared for war at all
- They鈥檇 all just started, like me
- That鈥檚 how we crossed paths
- You heard the 鈥渟wish鈥 of the rocket just before it landed on the house
- All you could see was his eyes
- Climbing trees and fences
- We took notice that time!
- We had some fun with 鈥榚m
- He鈥檇 gone all the way round
- It was lucky I鈥檇 already got married
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